Ghent kept his distance. For the most part, he was unfamiliar with the opposite gender, but he did know that females tended to be particular and overprotective when it came to their belongings. Elayra may have been different from the girls at school, but she was a still a girl. Ghent didn't want to give her yet another reason to be angry with him. 
   Wrapping the drawstring of his hoodie around his finger, Ghent surveyed the street, another attempt to appear alert, when in reality he was beginning to think about coffee again. Coffee cake, to be precise. Cake of any flavor would have been welcomed now, he'd skipped breakfast, and he was beginning to suspect that Elayra had too, unless she'd packed some food along.
   Before he'd a chance to further daydream about dessert, Ghent noticed that Elayra was removing her weapons, placing them into the pack. [i]That isn't going to work.[/i] Ghent scoffed to himself, tempted to say so out loud, but he decided she would find out without his help. Amazingly, both weapons fit, stashed away as if they never existed in the first place.
   "No way! Where'd you get the Mary Poppins bag?" Forgetting his former decision to hang back, Ghent approached, invading her personal space just to get a better look. One would think that magical bolts and demonic creatures would have prepared him for this, but it hadn't. This seemed to impress him the most of all. 
   "That's sick! Does it weigh much? I'll have to get one of those," he looked on with wonder, envying the fact that the pack was not his own. Somehow, his means of luggage didn't seem quite as exciting anymore.
   "Well, I'd be happier if it stopped raining," Ghent answered her question, choosing to ignore her angered tone. "And I'd be happier with some food! You didn't eat today, did you?" He started walking again, keeping as close to her as he dared in order to reap the benefits of the rain shield. 
  "Want to know what I think?" Ghent dug through his backpack, resulting in a few clings of cans and crinkling of wrappers. "I think you're [i]hangry[/i]," he diagnosed the blonde, prattling on as they made their way down the sidewalk. "That's why you're angrier at me than usual. Luckily for you, I came prepared."
   While packing, Ghent thought with his stomach rather than his head. The backpack contained a ridiculous amount of junk food; so much that he'd had to sacrifice a few articles of clothing in order to fit them all. 
   "Here you go. Taste the rainbow," he tore open a bag of Skittles, passed it to her, then did the same for himself. "So...if you're wondering what a gun is, it's shaped like this," he freed one hand, mimicking the shape best he could with his palm and fingers. "It shoots bullets. They sorta look like these, I guess," he referred to the candy, chewing thoughtfully as he narrowly dodged a puddle. "Bet a Shadowmire wouldn't last long with a bullet in it."
  Ghent was so busy talking, that he didn't notice the beat up Station Wagon turning onto their street from behind. The vehicle was moving at a slow crawl, the driver slouched, with bloodshot eyes ever watchful.